He’d definitely been in the bathroom long enough to shower. And the water had run the whole time. But his hair was barely damp and his face looked like it had been wiped off, not thoroughly cleaned. Suspicious, but not surprising, Meredith thought. From the moment he disappeared up the hall, she—like Eileen—was sure he’d been up to something else. So Sam’s not-so-freshly-washed appearance wasn’t the reason her eyebrows knit together. Instead, it was the way he paused and stared at her with an unnerving intensity. She didn’t know what his expression meant. But something about the look made her want to both blush and shiver at the same time. Then, abruptly, his face relaxed and he stepped fully into the room and cleared his throat. “I take it you had a nice chat?” “Lovely,” Eileen said. Meredith wasn’t sure she’d describe being grilled about her life and being told to find some direction as lovely.
